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A/N: Yay another story! Don't worry, the other one isn't going anywhere I'm just having a little bit of a brain fart, and this jumped into my head and I didn't want to lose the idea. Inspired by Nothing - The Script
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I can change her mind turn it all around
And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
Dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard
Was nothing
She said nothing.
Nothing- The Script
A few drinks will get your mind off of him. They said that to me. Who's they? Who's him?
Sam
Oh yeah, that bastard.
Boy, did I miss him.
My feet were cold. I looked down, I'm not wearing any shoes. Oh well… Wait. I'm outside, where are my shoes? And where was I, anyway? Sure as hell not where I remember being last. How did I get here? Everything's spinning…
I don't have my cell phone, how am I supposed to call my friends and tell them to pick me up? I don't even know how to get home. Everything's blurry, everything's spinning. I'm going to pass out.
Or throw up. Oh yeah, that's it.
Nachos… I remember eating a whole plate of them. Surprisingly good with a bottle of Grey Goose. But not so good to look at, nasty. I hate throwing up.
I should go see Sam. I'm going to go to Sam's, he'll help me get home.
Now where is Sam's house again?
Left, right, back, front, around and around. Oh right, I forgot. I'm lost.
Damn. There's tree branches in my hair. Why's it so cold? I don't have a coat, my dress is too short.
I want to see Sam. "Sam!" I called out. "Sam where's your house from here?" No one answered, absolute silence. So I made a guess, and I went straight.
Tree, tree and more tree. All I see is trees. Why are these branches so sharp? Why did my friends leave me all alone? I hate them all. Left me all alone to die. Just like Sam. Just like everyone. I hate everyone. I wish I had more vodka. I tripped. "Ow. Thatreallyhurts." I spoke to myself but they just sounded like a bunch of garble.
Just when I thought I was getting nowhere, I finally reached a clearing. And right in front of me, was the little white house with the rickety front door.
Now I remember. I was coming here in the first place. I had something to say but my brain is muddled, so fuzzy, can't find the words.
I stumbled and banged my way up the steps to pound on the front door. "Sam!" I cried. "Sam, Sam open the door please. I'm so lost."
It really was cold. Another shot of vodka might warm me up. I couldn't feel my toes. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't home. I don't remember where I live…
"Leah…? Is that you?" I heard him call from the other side of the door. God, his voice made me quiver. I couldn't feel my legs another either, especially as the door swung open and he wasn't wearing a shirt. I missed laying on that bare chest…
I looked into his eyes, dumbfounded and said the first thing my mind could make out. "I lost my shoes."
He finally looked me up and down and sighed, grabbing my arm. "Get inside Leah, you're wearing almost nothing. Good grief, you're freezing!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing out dressed like this at two in the morning? Is that alcohol I can smell on your breath?"
Shamefully, slurred, I lied. "I only had like… f-fi-fior-a few."
He shook his head and mumbled something, grabbing a thick blanket from the closet in the hall and wrapping me up in it. I closed my eyes at the warmth and he led me over to the couch. "Give me your cell, Leah. Let me call someone to pick you up."
"I lost it."
"Do you know where your friends are?"
"No." I mumbled. "I lost them too."
He ran two meaty hands over his thick, hairless skull. I frowned, there used to be a bush of black hair there. He looked at me with eyes too serious for Sam, too old for him, and my heart beat faster. "How did you end up here, Lee?"
"I was thinking about you. Or, trying not to. That's what the shots were for. But then I had to tell you something, but I forgot somewhere along the way. I forgot a lot of things." But not the fact that I'm so in love with you.
"I'm going to call your mom." Sam said. "Stay right there."
I didn't want to go home, I couldn't go home like this. "Don't let her see me like this!" I cried. "I can't go home, Sam. Let me stay here tonight."
He looked wary, hesitant. Why? "Fine."
"I love you." That's what I wanted to say! Damn, I should of approached it better. "I tried to drink, forget, but I didn't. It led me here, I'm still in love and I know you know but I thought that if I said it again, after you had time to think, you'd finally hear it. Finally believe it, and take me back. I have to confess, and being drunk makes me say things I really don't want to, but I cant help it. I'm still in love. There's no one else for me, Sam. I'm still in love." It all poured out before my brain could catch up with my mouth and scream at it to shut up, so I waited quietly for his response.
But all I heard was nothing.
He said nothing.
I started crying, I couldn't help it. I'm never drinking again, it turns me into a blubbering, bigmouthed mess. "Sam kiss me. Kiss me and then tell me it's not me that you love anymore. Tell me that there's no feeling, no spark. Tell me I'm not the one anymore, and I'll go home right now and leave you alone forever. Leave you alone to be happy with Emily." I shuddered at the name of my backstabbing cousin. "Please Sam, just one kiss." By this time, I was standing right in front of him, talking. "Please."
I don't know what I expect, for him to give me a lecture and reject me, turn me around and march me right back to the couch. But instead he inched closer towards me and held my face in his burning hands, and our lips locked together. My stomach exploded with heat, something I thought I'd never feel again. I wasn't drunk anymore, I was on a new high.
He pulled away and his lips opened and closed, and I could see the words forming behind his lips. There's no spark anymore. I waited for those words, but they never came. Instead he closed his eyes and a tear slipped out from underneath one. I kissed him again. "I love you, Sam. You're still the only one for me." I whispered. "Be my Sam again, make love to me again."
I don't know why, but he had no resolve. He led me into the bedroom we had slept in so many times, and where he probably lays with Emily when she comes over and where he probably kisses her all over and loves her like he doesn't love me anymore.
He tossed me on the bed roughly, and we both tore off our clothes. The sex was different, unlike anything we had ever done before, rough and animalistic. The whole time he was inside me, thrusting and groaning, he didn't say a word, while the whole time I called out, "Sam, I love you." But at the end, near his finish, he shuddered out one name.
"Lee-lee." He gasped. And for that moment, when he held onto me tightly, I was back to the days where he was still Sam, months ago.
My eyes heavy, my head against the pillow, I tried to reach out to him and hold him but I was so weak, so tired. I shut my eyes and curled up under his blankets. It smelt like him, the bed was so familiar. It felt like home.
"Don't leave me again." I mumbled. Not again, he just couldn't.
I woke up from a dead sleep, without a stir, startled and uneasy. I was still at Sam's, in Sam's bed, but I noticed with disappointment that his side of the bed was un-slept in. Probably too much on his mind to sleep.
I got up and went into the kitchen in only my underwear and bra, to look for him, but he was gone. There was a note on the table, next to a bottle of water and Asprin.
Leah;
I can't even begin to fathom how much you must hate me after I took advantage of you last night. I'm going through hell myself. I can't believe that I let this happen, the guilt is eating me up inside and I wish I could take it all back. I'm sorry, but I can't see you anymore.
You need to let me go.
Don't worry about locking the door on your way out.
Goodbye,
Sam.
My heart started to hurt and the words blurred behind my tears. I tore up the letter, tried to forget it was ever there but the words just kept repeating in my head over and over again. He used me. I couldn't wrap my head over the fact that he was gone forever, it was like the first time three months ago, all over again. All my hopes were gone. I didn't know what to do.
And then the phone rang,. I didn't think twice about it, so used to Sam allowing me to pick up the phone when he wasn't here, so I cut the ringer short. "Sam's place."
Silence on the other end. "Leah?" It was Emily. The sound of her voice made me boil with anger. "Where's Sam?"
Bitterly, I responded, "He's in the shower. I'll have him call you when he gets out." Then I hung up, and used a pad of paper to leave him his own little note.
Emily called. I told her you'd call her back.
I felt sweet, sweet satisfaction. And in spite of myself, after putting my dress back on, I slid off my panties and tucked them underneath Sam's pillow. Smiling, I walked out of the house, my broken heart momentarily forgotten.
Wow, I was a bitch.
I got home, looking like I just took the walk of shame, to my parents sitting in the living room, staring at the door. I sighed. "Hey." I tried my best to walk right past them and to my room and I made it to the bottom of the stairs before my father called me back in.
"Leah, come here. We want to talk to you." He said sternly. So I obeyed, sitting in the armchair across from them. "I thought you were going out with the girls last night."
I nodded. "I did go out with them."
"So why is that when you didn't come home last night, your friends had no idea where you were or what happened to you. Said you had drank too much and ran off. Not to mention that you're drinking underage, but what were you thinking going off alone at night? Where have you been?"
At first, I was going to lie. Tell them I had stayed somewhere else, but then I realized I wasn't ashamed. I was proud. "I was at Sam's."
I saw a slight smirk on my mom's face, she was the same when it came to attitude, a little sneaky and very temperamental. I could tell she was a little proud of me, but my dad looked furious. "What were you doing at Sam's all night?"
I smiled. "We slept together."
"Don't you lie to me young lady!" He roared. "Spreading filthy rumours like that to hurt Emily because she took him away from you! You should be ashamed! There's no way Sam would do that to Emily."
I laughed bitterly, the hurt at my own father's preference for Emily. "Funny, because we did sleep together. And guess what? We didn't use protection!" Then I ran out of the room and upstairs, slamming the door.
"Why is everyone yelling?" My brother, Seth, mumbled from his bedroom.
Three weeks later, my period was late.
A/N: I know it's short but it's just the beginning, so let me know what you guys think!